How long before you let me go?
Steven left on Sunday. You're one of my first friends during secondary school and you've taught me many things. From Counter Strike to Warcraft to playing pool, we've been friends for more than four years now. I know you probably won't see this now that you're away in Melbourne, but it's okay. This place here serves as a keepsake of recollections anyway. This is gonna sound weird for a guy, but yeah, it'd be weird without you around. The eleven of us will miss you.
Goodbye, dear old friend.
Glaciers melting in the dead of night,
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive.
It's a strange feeling. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm sinking so deep. Like a supermassive black hole, all else are sucked away into the vast deep space. But this rose of yours, it's killing me, it's bled me dry. The thorns, they hurt me like crazy and my world spins, and I don't know if it's you, or the pain that numbs my senses. The quicksand that conjures out from nowhere drowns out all sight and sound, hey you, won't you blow me out and end this game of cat and mouse.
You set my soul alight.
You set my soul alight.
It'd be pretty cool to live on the moon. I'll leap from crater to crater and collect space rocks. Aim them at planet Earth and throw them as hard, as far, as I can. Then I'll watch it fly and vanish into the night, into space, into the dark and into nothingness. Maybe someday, a meteorite would crash onto the Moon and if I'm lucky to be alive, I'll spend my days waiting for shooting stars to appear. I wish, I wish upon a shooting star..
That you'll be up here with me. (:
posted by cigarettelove @ 5:18 AM
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